Crow's Eye: Maintaining a commitment to Pointless Acrimony™ and Hate Filled Invective™! Also available in corvid mischief and traditional sly dog's mistrust.

"...it's not the training to be mean but the training to be kind that is used to keep us leashed best." ~ Black Dog Red

"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done

"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ

Mar 30, 2012

NH was once a model of abortion and reproductive freedom. It had no restrictions on abortion.

None. At all. Whatsoever.

That this was in large part due to the efforts of now Senator (but then Governor) Jeanne Shaheen has long endeared her to me, despite fundamental hostility towards career Democratics, politicians and wealthy faux-populists, not to mention a deeply personal dislike for a schoolmaster's voice that can and does crack glass when it's not lulling otherwise vibrant demons to their undeserved eternal rest.

Shaheen is no more, and we have instead the Keebler Elf (Governor Lynch, also a Democratic), who hasn't met a liberationist social policy he won't roll over on in the interests of political accord, favorable press and "NH's business friendly environment."

For those of you who care, it's Lynch who launched current proto-fascist darling of the right, Kelly Ayotte, into national fame by appointing her as NH's Attorney General in time for her to make her chops as the first AG to seek and obtain the death penalty in nearly a hundred years. Luckily for her, a black man killed a white cop and the rest was the history as we've all come to expect it.

Lynch* has been especially abysmal when it comes to abortion. He gave Ayotte his blessing to go all the way to Supremes, in seeking approval for a parental notification law. Over the last year, he has signaled his readiness to turn even more cheek to the Christianist zealots who took control of the NH General Court following the enactment of National Romneycare and the election of allegedly socialist Barack Obama.

They have not failed to oblige him his passivity, and in succession have passed five bills restricting abortion over the last two weeks. The General Court has passed a ban on "partial birth abortion," a bill requiring a 24 hour waiting period and "fetal development" counseling** with a 15 year jail penalty for breaking the law, created a means by which abortion "statistics" can be collected in order to further advance naked anti-woman and anti-abortion propaganda, given judges more time to rule against minors seeking abortions without parental consent, and in the dooziest of doozy woppers, banned all abortions past 20 weeks on the laughable premise of "fetal pain." This topping off decrees from the Executive Council defunding NH's already cash strapped Planned Parenthood, and a measure passed in January denying monies to any organization which performs abortions, even if those abortions are privately funded, which has the added benefit of putting NH's Medicaid money at risk, to the delight of glibertarians everywhere.

Lynch, whose greatest offense is a placid passivity, is obviously not alone in this odiousness. The Christer contingent in the NH General Court is strong in the lord, is backed by the fucking lunatics in the Freestate movement, and funded by the various national organizations who cannot manage to coalesce into formal god brigades without jamming the word "family" into their official names.

All this, leaving the fate of NH's women in the hands of the equally hateful NH Senate, a gallery of grifters, pompous fools and opportunists if ever there was one.

So that's that. From being the only state in this shitfuck Union without a single abortion law on the books at all, to being on the verge of joining the shitcrackers in Mississippi, Kansas, the Dakotas and Texas nearly overnight.

That's what the law and institutions get you. Set all the stupid dialectics aside. Turn off the spigot of noble rhetoric. Slay the chimaeras of good intentions. Put down the magic pony's bridle, and just pay attention. If there's a chance for the wealthy to capture a social instrument, they will. If there's an opportunity to use it to dump on the despised, it will be taken.

Each and every gods-be-damned time. Don't fucking doubt it unless you like playing yourself the fool. As long as the rich have their toys and peaceful sleep, they're going to get the governments for which they pay. And those hierarchies will always be used to alienate, to protect insiders by enforcing the existence of outsiders, and to secure the false scarcity we know as "power."

Right now, that means crippling the ability of women to exist in any way which even passively challenges those familial and social norms best suited to the maintenance of the extraction regime we call "America." As long as women are constantly fighting a rearguard struggle to merely define themselves as autonomous and even partially human, they are in no position to organize to challenge the familial structures which demand their unpaid servitude, upon which the larger accumulation rackets rest, and from which tomorrow's bosses and employees are produced.

The monstrous and life-sucking sanctioned family is the enemy of women everywhere. It is itself the beating black heart of misogyny. It is how women are turned into their own betrayers, working to survive in an environment inimical to their humanity by absorbing its values and training the next generation to mimic them. It is the means by which they are chained.

Every successful effort to impose mandatory families upon women is an act of war against them. It is nothing less than an attempt to domesticate them as service animals, to enforce their less-than-humanity as means to stealing their time, lives and labor.

And any man who supports these efforts is an adversary not only of women, but of human liberty itself. There is nothing that could be done to him in acts of resistance and rebellion and revolution he would not deserve.

If you meet that man on the road, fucking castrate him.

* - on paper, Lynch supports "abortion rights.' In practice, his tenure has seen an assault on women unmatched anywhere else north of the Mason-Dixon and east of the Ohio River.

** - counseling which requires language that claims a link between abortion and breast cancer

Mar 27, 2012

The human body leaves a lot to be desired. Heh, unintended bad pun. Still sick. Still wondering at the strange conviction that an allpowerfulallloving creator deity would invest so much matter into devising a fiendishly complex organism, the primary mode for which is suffering.

Anyway - in the coloring me not shocked category:

It remains entertainingly surprising that anyone is still bewildered by the observable fact that it's okay to gun down black men and get away with it, as long as the forms are obeyed and the black men in question meet the loose and nebulous criteria known as "threatening." This is only slightly more surprising than the feedback-and-self-awareness-free assertion that it's terribly wrong to buy and sell human labor, or to organize to do so for profit, until one points out that a lot of that labor is being done sexually and/or domestically by the almost-humans known as women. And then, well, obviously "free speech" and "free expression" near certainly trump the merely material conditions of women being purchased up for the "sexual" gratification of men with disposable income...

Mar 24, 2012

Oldest and I were discussing tropes and genre, few minutes ago, while watching WWE waiting for the rice to boil. I learned that he doesn't like horror (because it's "too confident in itself") and he doesn't like most drama, "because it's just the same plot, not believable." He prefers comedy and sci-fi, especially when mixed (see, "Paul"*).

Somehow, the latest installment of the "Predator" franchise - incuriously titled "Predators" - came up, and he says, he says to me, "I liked it, but it was also full of itself. And then there's the problem with the eight dudes and one chick thing."

"Heh," I chuckled,"what about that bothers you?"

"It's not believable, for one. And two, every action or sci-fi movie is a bunch of well-muscled or beefy men all sort of going for the chick, and doing cruel and ridiculous stunts with guns, like that's what impresses women. Then everyone dies so that the main character can get the girl. Maybe a best friend survives but he's never in competition to get the girl, he's usually weaker, he's usually the brain."

Mar 18, 2012

Does the victim have liberty to strike back at the victimizer? What are the limits you would accept to vengeance, justice, the armed response? How would you, waving a magic wand, restrict the scope of that response? Where do you lay the boundary on the appropriateness of violence, if at all? At what point, in retaliation or retribution, is the victim satisfied?

There's nothing like 79 degrees on the 18th of March in Northern New England to take a bit of the sting out of the rage and discontent.

Also, in no discernible way related to the weather, is it now evident that the powers-that-be in our Western sphere would very much like their subjects to believe that Iran is Keyser Söze, personified?

Mar 16, 2012

Seems that a certain prayer to the Furies has come up short, and Georgio le Clooney is still using his acting talents to shill (perhaps inadvertently) for the eventual NATO militarization of the Sudan.

I won't dispute for a moment that Georgio is a fine actor with a repertoire of decent to good films behind him and to his credit. He may even mean well.

But.

And it's a big "but."

The whole damned point of the Darfur/Sudan Crisis/Humanitarian Problem narrative is to fuck up the Sudan, bad, in order to fuck up Chinese state oil concessions in that country. Like nearly every other "humanitarian" dog whistle currently piercing ear drums and agitating loyal puppies - and you should check out For Want of A Nail on a related issue - what's going down in the Sudan was (a) manufactured by England, Israel and the US for (b) the sake of destabilizing the government* in Khartoum.

"...With foreign exchange reserves exceeding $1.3 trillion in the Peoples' National Bank of China , Beijing has begun engaging in active petroleum geopolitics with Africa as its main target and the Sudan-Chad region as its highest priority region on the continent. There appeared the line "a new front in the cold war" for possession of the main oil reserves—a war begun between the United States and China right after the American invasion of Iraq in 2003. So far, Beijing has played its cards more effectively than Washington . It is possible that Darfur will soon become the main field of battle for oil between the two giants.

Over the past few months, China has made a series of initiatives aimed at retaining control of the oil fields, even those that will be developed in the distant future, in one of the richest "black gold" regions in the world—the African continent.

China currently imports 30% of its crude oil from Africa . This explains the jump in Chinese foreign policy initiatives, which cannot fail to displease Washington . China provides interest-free loans to African nations, including Sudan , and uses its own funds to build roads, schools and hospitals, while the United States attempts to control the African economy through the World Bank and the IMF by setting harsh economic and political conditions. Not surprisingly, the Africans prefer to cooperate with China . In addition, whereas any American project in the field of construction, mining or production involves a long preparatory stage for infrastructure development to build restaurants and bars, schools and hospitals, hair salons and fitness centers for American workers, specialists and their family members, the unpretentious Chinese put up tents when they arrive and set to work the next day while establishing everything they need concurrently—barracks with showers and canteens..."

'The Chinese got an oil concession from the degraded Sudanese state, which state desperately needed the dough after it was drawn to a standstill in a ten year religious-civil war with UK-US backed rebels ruled by a vicious dictator.

Then, new rebels based in Tchad, using (surprise, surprise) US-EU backing, kicked up a fight right in the heart of the territory in which Khartoum had recently granted concessions to Beijing.'

So, when Georgio gets himself arrested to draw attention to the so-called plight of the Sudan, he's not doing the Sudanese people any favors. And assuming that he means well, which he probably does so in the same way that all square jawed handsome hams do, with their eyes on a lady prize, he still went and said this following that arrest:

"The goal for today is the same goal its been all along and will continue to be and not be accomplished today or anytime in the near future, but it's a job that we have to continually do which is raise attention; protest the idea of a government attacking and killing its own innocent men, women and children and allowing aid to get in now because in the next few months it could be the greatest humanitarian crisis in the world and thats the important thing."

Which, if it is really his concern to point out, I mean - c'mon Georgio, there are hundreds of prisons in the US where a government eats its own for profit and fun.

That's the point of government, Georgie Boy - to fuck people up long and hard enough that they think twice about complaining or making trouble for the dudes who've got the lawyers, guns and money. Governments eat their own. Capitalist ones. Marxist ones. Fabian socialist states. Corporate boards. All hierarchies. They exists to facilitate the consumption of the raw material of human lives in order to produce from those expended existences the limited issue, artificially rare luxury and enjoyment of the wealthy and their staffers.

And you should know that by now, Georgio. Really, you should.

* - as a rule, destabilized governments serve human liberty; in the particular, not when its the great powers doing it to small powers in order to get at their stuff with greater future ease...

Wife puts on the telly to catch the weather in the morning. That means a local ABC affiliate bleats its mindless blather into our otherwise...familial haven. We all have our vices. I read science fiction and fantasy, she cares about the weather.

Yesterday, unfortunately, we also ended up having this inflicted upon us, after the local weather flipped back over to the cow-farting noises which comprise the majority of Good Morning America's version of asinine badinage:

In case you were smart or clever enough to resist the lure of the merely foolish, and restrained yourself from clicking the "play" tab, the above is two minutes and fifty-two seconds of strained verbiage and breathless warning. GMA is worried for you, and for your children, and for the health problems caused by your endless capacity for stupidity.

A great danger has gone viral into the world.

No, it's not one of the biological nightmares cooked up by the Army at Fort Detrick. And it's not a video of Obammy getting a well earned strychnine pie in the eye, damn it.

It's the "cinnamon challenge." If you're wondering what that is - and you're not, because you're reading this blog, and clearly do not have better things to do with your time - watch the video. It's frightening. Shocking. Unseemly, even.

Youngish humans are filming themselves attempting to hold a spoonful of cinnamon in their mouths, for some number of seconds. It's turrible, I know. Dangerous. Stupid. The folly of the human condition, and all that.

Thankfully, we've got the balloon heads at GMA on the look out.

It almost reminds me of the time and effort they took to produce this segment on the dangers attendant upon signing the dotted line on the recruitment papers for the Army, the Air Force, the Navy or the Marines:

Mar 14, 2012

"A proposed new law in Arizona would give employers the power to request that women being prescribed birth control pills provide proof that they're using it for non-sexual reasons. And because Arizona's an at-will employment state, that means that bosses critical of their female employees' sex lives could fire them as a result."

And by the by, this is what happens when "religious freedom" and "freedom of worship" become "freedom to impose god-sot Christianity on everyone"...again.

Problem with Christianity - and this is same as it ever was - is that it's got the original corporate poison pill embedded in its dogma and body politic: persecution. Tell a member of that cult of the sacred execution, "no," and he's got a new mission from Bog and his creepy, lurking motherfucker sidekick, the Holy Smoke.

Being raised as an ordinary working American is like being slipped a powerful but slow acting toxin, to which there is a common antidote. Sadly for the ordinary American, that antidote is a controlled substance, and is maintained in artificially short supply. And there are rules attached to its distribution, chief among them that an ordinary person must put in four to six decades of work in order to prove worthy to receive it. By the end of that period of time, the regular ills associated with staying in place, overworking a body evolved to wander, eating poorly, caring for one's own toxified children and taking meager entertainment have caught up with all but the worst of the allegedly best and brightest. And the distributors of the antidote, being frugal sorts when it comes to other people's existences, decide instead to find worthier recipients, leaving the strugglers and just barely survivors to find less effective amelioration for their poisoning.

Mar 13, 2012

I survived child molestation, severe and seemingly unending abuse, rape, being locked in closets and tied to ground for days on end, group homes, youth detention centers, involuntary commitment, foster care and being a ward of the State. I came out with strong views about what being passive, peaceful, pacifist and non-violent will get a person.

The first time I listened to a rape from across the group home sleeping hall, I had to choose between helping a person whose face I couldn't see, and getting a beating so bad I'd not only get punished for bringing attention to the house, but for costing the budget for my hospital care. I didn't exactly see it in those terms, at age fourteen, but I knew getting heroic wasn't going to earn the affection of the house staff. Or the raping rapist fuckers.

So, I chose to turn over and "ignore it," like all the other small kids who hadn't fully learned what it meant to be mean, self-reliant and vicious-as-a-defense. (I got there quick enough.) That was hard to abide in one's own self. The memory still cuts, and I'm not that boy anymore. Turning the other cheek was rational. It preserved my relative well being. But, it perpetuated the local system. Fucking hell, it did.

Anyway, I came up with a clear enough view of human depravity, cowardice and self-preservation. And of what and how much it takes to make the depraved suffer enough that they re-learn their essential cowardice. Those who've formalized their cruelty panic when it becomes personal, again. They lose their grip, because the grip has got them in its embrace. It's civilization itself, and it soothes and coaxes and coddles those who enforce its dicta.

The minority* of white, comfortable motherfuckers with vacation homes and private land lecturing the victims, the poor, the damaged, the abused, the raped, the herded, the harassed, the imprisoned, the exploited, the evicted, the institutionalized, the penalized and the discarded on what are and are not appropriate responses to victimization - that shit is rich. Literally. It takes a comparatively rich motherfucker to confuse the play-acting, submission rituals and lying of "civilized" society with any end to institutional depravity, inequity and the hierarchies which profit from the same.

You stop it by finishing off the people doing it and living off the proceeds of human suffering. You do the work, and leave it done and behind you.

And I say it's blind-violent to suggest otherwise. Pacifism is violence, itself. It's violence maintained by the posture of self-congratulation and ostrich avoidance, leaving the actual labor of resistance to people who can stand the smell of shit, usually because they've had their whole lives rubbed into the sewage of human cruelty. It's the privilege of the over spiritualized and the self-absorbed, lording over the victims of the system itself; a system which produces the safe protest as a distraction. A system which breaks a body down into persona and parts, and leaves the ghost of passion's disappearance behind as added insult, as the reminder of defeat.

It's the screechy embarrassment, this cluck-clucking faith of the fattened calf, at the refusal of the damned to learn its strictures and superstitions, to accommodate themselves to the small comfort of a moral superiority, in lieu of the materiality of a satisfying vengeance.

It's a preservative, this pacifism. It guarantees that those who feel strongly act weakly. That they codify cowardice into a prescription for self-regard. It negates rage. It mollifies hatred.

And leaves certain that those who do the worst suffer the least.

* - globally; most people lack the "civilized" self-deceptions about "civilized" goodness, talky-preachy pacifism, or the effectiveness of "witnessing for the truth" and other sentimental pap

Mar 7, 2012

...every college, university, prep school, public school, voc-tech and kaplan learning center. All of 'em. To the ground. Or, more. And, worse. Then, remove any remaining top soil or greenery and give it to whoever wants it, so long as they have neither property and deed nor claim to any private land.

After, salt the ground what remains.

If you're interested in liberty, and freedom and the end of larger hierarchies, that is. Because school is Enclosure. It's literally enclosed space, from which the majority are excluded, regardless of rhetoric to the contrary. And as with other common human endeavors, discoveries and creations taken and captured into the folds of merit society, learning and education have been lifted up and out of the body of people and set aside as private enclaves or bureaucratic fiefdoms. School is how cruelty is commoditized in the flesh of its victims.

School is also where the tyrannies of the family are expanded and reinforced into the obedience routines of the citizen, soldier, shop-keep and employee.

It's how we are trained to separate into leaders and led. It's how the form of power perpetuates.

And don't get all nit-fucking-picky about your corner of academia, or cry "anti-intellectualism" or the rest of that wasted breath and finger clacking. The flame ain't intended for learning and figuring things out. It doesn't burn knowledge, or prevent its diffusion; it doesn't obstruct the joy of a new thing, newly discovered.

It ought burn for the Enclosure itself, for the Enclosed space, where the mind is monetized and curiosity comes with a price tag.

If you don't like it, you know how your bread is buttered. And that you're an adversary and enemy of human freedom, of an easier life for everyone, of any honest effort to counter-act the vile things that men do and teach to their children. Any of the other notions you've got in your head about how you're on the side of the good guys, angels and white witches of a better tomorrow are lies if you "but, but.." the prospect of the torch put to academia. To the entirety of it, from the shittiest community college to the lab rooms of Johns Hopkins and the whole of fucking Yale.

And you can finally dispense with the self-deception about what kind of people you produce and who they'll end up serving. You can get on with your other compromises. You can mutter, "fuck it, I'm one of the bad guys," with good conscience and a surety of reward for taking your place and rank in the merit world. You can congratulate yourself that you don't hate the gays out loud or think "fucking nigger" the next time a black kid cuts you off on the way to work. You can give yourself a medal for not making a crude remark to the receptionist. Because that'll be all you've got: a veneer of toleration with which to comfort your guileless guilt, while you take a paycheck to break children and teenagers down further into objects and their future owners.

Mar 5, 2012

Of course Putin rigged the elections. He's just more forthright about his shenanigans than the Republican-Democrats, who rig elections with "viability" and money, and all towards the same end, but haven't the decency to be equal to their actions.

Of course, Netanyahu's government is going to wait until the Obama Administration signs off on air strikes. There is so little difference between Israeli and American policy, you couldn't squeeze a molecule's width of ass gas between them. Tuesday's meeting has fuck all to do with restraining Israel. It's a matter of the kayfabe.

Of course, Rush Limbaugh is a misogynist pig-fucking geek hopped up on the power of self-regard and opportunist advertising. And? How is he different from Anthony Weiner, exactly?

Of course, the Shawnee, the Tsalagi, the Fox, the Chickasaw, the Choctaw, the Caddo, Kiowa, Osage and Pawnee peoples built scores upon scores of prefab housing towns on the open plains with no expectation that tornadoes might despoil the sky god's virgin paradise...

She...Her...a muse, her own self, that sweetness on the morning dew side of the leaf...

I don't kid myself that I've stumbled upon a unique insight and I have little doubt that someone has already written or said this better than I. Five minutes after I hit the "publish" button, I'll probably regret the choice of words more than I already do now - because it's difficult to get my head outside of English language usage, to comment on a problem with that usage, whilst using the English language to do so.

In the interest of not making more of an ass of myself than necessary, I've pared a very long thesis down to a paragraph:

I find it troubling that, using English, I have very limited choice in expressing how I relate to people with whom I have ongoing interaction. If I want to reference the nature of my relations with the woman who has challenged me to grow in ways I never imagined possible, the woman who howled with a primal, gorgeous, earth shattering, mother bear of a refrain, transcending pain and pleasure in act of creation to which I will never be immediate party, who has with her defiant and proud womanhood still intact forged a family out of disparate parts - I have to write "my wife." I have to reduce her to property. That really pisses me off. I don't own her. I don't fucking want the title or the claim. I don't want to express possession, simply to refer to her (without writing a discursive dissertation). I don't like one bit that the short hand for "association" in English is expressed in the possessive. I don't own my wife or my children. They're not mine.

So, fuck you Latin and Germanic branches of the Indo-European language group.

Until today I had the same attitude towards Robert Greenwald as I do Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, and most other representatives of the w...

"Now assholes and bureaucrats, take my advice...You’d better walk clear and you’d better talk nice...‘Cause we’re hot on your trail and we’re not on your side...Better forward your mail, shoot your wounded and ride...‘Cause when we’ve got all you desk jockeys safe behind bars...Claimed some of the neon, and some of the cars...Me and Billy and Oscar and the girls and guitars...Will be down in the gutter, looking up at the stars..." ~ James Luther Dickinson, The Ballad of Billy and Oscar